A gift from Santa...or not
Wow, I really messed this one up.
I wrapped a gift for Olivia from Santa and put it under the tree. She found the gift and looked at it skeptically.
"What? This isn't from Santa. This is from you," she stated.
"What?! No, it's not!" I lied poorly. Claus stopped what he was doing to watch this little drama.
"This is your handwriting," she pronounced.
Caught! But I went on with the lie. "It's not my handwriting. I think Mrs. Claus wrote this since it's a little girly."
"Mommy. I recognize your handwriting," Olivia insisted.
OMG, I thought I was pretty sneaky because I used my big bubble handwriting like I did when I was in the fifth grade. Now, my penmanship looks all scribbly like a doctor (or a rushed mother, or a reporter on deadline.)
I muttered some lame excuse about how I'm sure Santa had his wife write it and we went to the same school for penmanship. When she continued to look at me with disbelief I resorted to the old mommy default position of just barking a command to distract. "Hey. Just put that back under the tree and go eat ice cream."
Claus was rolling on the ground behind her, dying of silent laughter. He could barely contain himself. He practically exploded when she left the room.
The kid is seven. Really? Is innocence gone that fast? This kid is too smart.
And for me, lesson learned. Next year I will have to have the neighbor write the note!
... Merry Christmas, everyone! Hope your holiday is wonderful!